As my gift to all of you, I bring you this Music Monday the ultimate Christmas song: The beautiful and extremely talented Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You.”
Merry Christmas y’all!
Did I say I would be posting this on Thursday? Well, that didn’t work out.
I could plead my Fifth Amendment right to be fashionably late and not answer any questions. However, since I pride myself on being such a good girl I will have you know that for the past two days I have been traveling all over the continental United States.
I am aware that you are a very powerful man who prefers flying private, so you cannot comprehend exactly how exhausted I was after traveling for 6 ½ hours in cramped quarters from New York to Los Angeles—but surely travel delays are something you understand, especially inclement weather conditions. (I hear the North Pole is hellish this time of year.) Also, you must know, my failure to produce my Christmas List to you in a timely fashion can be attributed to my lack of sleep. During my flight I could not get a wink of sleep since I was surrounded by a mass of screaming children on that plane.
Santa, you must give me credit for being so good. I didn’t say a word, not even a whisper of distaste towards the crying children. You will also be proud to know that I did not even judge the family at security with the screaming toddler who refused to remove her ladybug rain boots, or the child’s mom with her stereotypical bob, ill fitting jeans, and inability to seem to comprehend that her garish taste in shoes was inconveniencing the twenty-some-odd other people in the line.
Really—I did not utter anything, not even a peep! Nor did I shoot one of those masterful combinations of a glare mixed with an eye-roll that has taken over a decade to perfect.
…And all of this happened after I had such a stressful week!
You should really be proud at how far I’ve come from last year—I have really mellowed. (I just began a sentence with the word “And,” and did not edit it out later. I am that relaxed.)
However, you know why I am writing you, Santa: It is time for my yearly review. I am sure that you already have some nice gifts picked out for me, (and I am ever-so-grateful you tipped my boyfriend off about those Chanel ballet flats I could not live without,) but I have some other things in mind for the big day…
Without further ado, Santa—here is my Christmas List:
Santa baby, I want a yacht—and really that’s not a lot…
Since Christmas Eve is less than a week away I felt it was time that Madame Ostrich started getting into the Holiday spirit!
a.k.a The Dead Poet’s Society…
My wild love is crazy, she screams like a bird…
This Music Monday, I felt it only appropriate to choose a song from The Doors since this Saturday would have been the late Jim Morrison’s 69th birthday. This lesser known Doors song, “My Wild Love” is the eighth track on their Waiting for the Sun album and was rumored to be added to the album as a last minute “filler” track after the 17 minute “Celebration of the Lizard” was cut.
I said, “What about breakfast at Tiffany’s, lunch at Harry Winston, and dinner at Cartier?”
Carry my joy on the left, carry my pain on the right…
I had this particular version of Bjork’s “Who Is It” stuck in my head before going to bed last night. The more commonly known version from her 2004 album Medulla is based around a synthesized, percussion heavy sound without the hand bells. I love the bell choir version of the song, the bell’s chimes add a dream like quality to the song—almost drowning out Bjork’s voice at certain points and at different moments adding emphasis to her words. The focus becomes more about the sensory experience of listening, giving the song an interesting movement—every experience is different.